"What reason do you have to get involved?! In one battlefield, thousands of elves were sent to Avandor in a single day. This is one of the most tragic events in the previous Crown War! My Lord's permission to attack the dark elves does not mean that he agrees with you directly joining the Crown War."

Emiya was silent.

In fact, if we think seriously, in the previous wars, the final result might not necessarily be a fight.

If you really want to find room for maneuver... maybe there's a chance for a relatively peaceful resolution.

Suppose they dare to gamble and give up enough.

I dare to bet that the Banrui family at this moment is not as notorious as it is in later generations. As long as Emilia can come up with enough chips, she can bring Igilock back.

Or perhaps, they dared to gamble that even if they gave up Igilok, they could still become famous in Joseph's Garden and make a request to the God King Odin.

But in the end, Emilia chose the gamble with the greatest risk - he chose to believe that the elves of Avandor and the master and servant of the Heart of the Magic Realm would let him go.

In this era, high mages and priests were the most valuable assets of a family. The Baenre family might have come out in full force, but most of their most valuable high mages certainly didn't make it to the front lines.

As one of the most important families in the kingdom, the high wizard of the Banrui family must be one of the instigators of the genocide of the Xingyong family.

Therefore, it can be said that bowing down to the Banrui family was almost never part of the plan.

The biggest reason was that they were resting in Candlekeep. They had witnessed Alestria's loved ones being reduced to ashes - and for the sake of the team's goals, would Alestria be forced to bow down to the enemy who had destroyed her family?

The Emiya team often acts extremely extreme, and it is usually for the same reason: their waists and legs are not good and they cannot kneel down.

Emiya asked himself, on weekdays he often led his teammates into crises that were not so closely related to them - the compensation he could give was to count his personal income into the team income.

But in his opinion, no matter how much compensation he gave, it would not be enough to make his teammates die for him.

Therefore, at this moment, he would only stand on Elastrid's side no matter what. He would not deliberately attack the dark elves, that was the limit.

By chance, in the end, neither side actually had any chance to retreat, that's all.

Finally, Metatron looked at Emilia, his sword tilted to the side, and said, "Do you admit your guilt? Do you accept the punishment?"

Emiya simply stepped forward and said, "I acted on my own initiative. Please punish me."

"No!" Sig listened for a while, but found that Emiya had no intention of discussing with them in the telepathic connection. She actually planned to take the responsibility. He felt his soul flew away. "Four of us came back, and the last three went back. What a scene it would be like! Don't you think about us and Feren too! Yin will go crazy! She will definitely go crazy! When she is doing things seriously, everything turns upside down. No one knows what she will be like when she goes crazy!"

At this moment, two clear voices, one male and one female, rang out simultaneously: "It doesn't matter. She's not the only one who's gone crazy over the death of her beloved."

Two green swords suddenly appeared in mid-air in response to the voice.

Their size was similar to that of the Confessor, but the Confessor was still lying quietly in Metatron's hands, while these two swords were already whistling towards him with boiling murderous aura.

The flying giant swords were aiming at Emilia's head, one on the left and one on the right.

At this moment, Metatron slashed down with his sword with incredible reaction speed, and the giant sword spinning in the air was immediately embedded into the ground cleanly, as if it had been planned for a long time.

The shadow of the swordsinger on Elastri suddenly pulled away and drew the moon blade from her waist.

The elves' ballad followed the sound of the sword and met the whistling giant sword as tall as a man. It hit the giant sword with heart-shaking precision, and with a light push and pull, it was pushed off the track. The whistling sword wind only blew up his hair.

At this time, the attacker appeared from the void.

They were a man and a woman, but they looked similar, seemingly siblings. They were handsome, with pointed ears, and clearly a pair of elves—if, of course, they weren't nearly three meters tall and had wings several meters long on their backs.

They are brothers and sisters who are the elven Seraphim - this feature makes them much more famous than Metatron, who is almost unknown in later generations.

This attack was clearly a test, not a true killing move. After the strike failed, the two giant swords immediately rose from the ground again and flew back into the hands of their original owners.

However, this does not mean that the Twin Seraph Gods' expressions are very good.

"...Metatron?!" The two elf-like Seraphim servants' eyes were horrified, their voices filled with exasperation. "You just spoke so sternly, as if you were going to enforce the law impartially. But it turned out to be all lies! Now this lunatic hasn't even used his trigger spell, and you're going to help him?!"

Yes, given the strength of the Blazing God Servant, the previous attack was naturally quite merciful. It was unlikely that any Sixth Ring Mage would be killed on the spot by that attack.

But it was Metatron's attitude that made them dissatisfied.

Mistril's servant didn't feel guilty at all. Instead, he held his head high and said, "It is said that God-King Corellon is extremely tolerant towards those close to him. I see that today and it is indeed true."

"Everyone knows this!" The twin Seraphim servants, Filleresel and Lashriel, frowned and pointed at Emya and her group, demanding, "Why did the Goddess of Time turn a blind eye to their actions?! They destroyed 70% of the Baenre family's power with just a single strike! Has the River of Time really widened to this point?"

At this moment, Metatron showed amazing initiative. He directly signaled everyone to step back and stood between them and the twins: "You know they are people from the future."

"Mystril, the goddess of the web, controls time, and my lord is not entirely ignorant of this," Filleracel and Lashriel said in unison, as if only one person was speaking. "They were among the time travelers from the day before yesterday—but my lord never imagined that this time, Mystril would allow a group of future people to move freely, even allowing them to interfere in the mortal war."

At this moment, Metatron suddenly raised his voice: "It seems that God-King Corellon is indeed omniscient. Then I have a question - why is there a time gate there?! And this time gate will exist for more than ten thousand years?"

The twins, who had been furious just now, suddenly lost their temper. After a long pause, they stammered, "My Lord must have his own considerations..."

"His considerations are his business, but he must be responsible for his actions." Metatron sneered, "--Have you seen this Moon Blade?"

Only then did Filleraiel and Lashriel realize that they had overlooked something important.

Even among the Seldarine, the Moonblade is a treasure worthy of boasting. Throughout the long history of the elves, there have been countless godsmiths and priests, but only a few hundred Moonblades have been created.

However, although this magical weapon has the characteristic of being able to become stronger and stronger, the only way for it to become stronger is to be handed over and inherited by two clan leaders. It can be said to be a true heirloom.

In other words, all moon elves who possess the Moon Blade are the leaders of the most prestigious clan in the entire clan.

At this moment, the elf phantom that successfully blocked the sword of the Seraphic Servant was the proof of the family's long history.

——Here comes the problem.

Why would such a powerful Moon Blade Master appear here!

Filleresel and Lashriel looked at each other and immediately had a very bad premonition.

Moreover, they discovered that there was a family crest on the Moon Blade, but they did not recognize it.

A family that already has more than ten runes and has lasted for thousands of years, there are only dozens of them among the moon elves, and they know them all like the back of their hands.

But, they really don't know each other.

"Very well, it seems you two don't remember. But it doesn't matter. My Lord once blocked that attack for me, so I still have some impression of it." Metatron said calmly, "This girl is called Elastri Starsong. Her family is located in Candlekeep. Just one day ago, they were exterminated by the Dark Elves using Ascension. And she was sent to the future by you personally - and as soon as you sent her away, you opened a time portal nearby, allowing her to return from ten thousand years later!!!"

The two originally arrogant Seraphim servants felt more and more guilty as they listened, and retreated unconsciously. It was obvious that Metatron had intended to lure them to come and question them from the very beginning.

They have walked into a trap!

The only reason the Geminis brought the case on behalf of Corellon was that Emilia and her group had crossed the line.

Whether the Crown War was right or wrong is still a matter of debate, but one thing is certain: it had nothing to do with a group of non-elves, not even non-elves at this point in time.

However, now, they were shocked to find that the person who made big news on the battlefield was a legitimate Santa Osriel elf, and even a noble Moon Blade User.

And the reason why this moon elf, who was born only a few days ago, suddenly turned into a mature priest and came to settle the score with his friends -

It was Corellon who opened the back door himself.

In other words, if anyone was responsible for this, it was clearly Corellon Larethian himself, who abused his divine power to open the time portal.

Metatron's look was very clear - it was indeed time to bring the matter to justice, it was about subject and object, and you Seldarine elves seemed to have got it wrong.

"..." Fillerasiel and Lashriel looked at each other, and the arrogance they had just shown had disappeared without a trace.

Filleracell coughed lightly and said, "We will come to your house to express our gratitude and apology later."

"That's it? And then what?" Metatron said coldly.

"More matters will naturally be decided by our Lord," Filleresel and Lashriel said solemnly, "Our Lord and Goddess Mystrel have always been familiar with each other. How can we interfere in their affairs?"

"..." Metatron narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "My Lord has already had an idea - she wants to make a bet with the Lord of Elves, but she doesn't know if Corellon dares to accept it."

"We cannot make decisions for our Lord." The twins immediately refused, "Even if it is magic."

Although Corellon is the God-King of the Elves, he is also the most powerful wizard in the multiverse, perhaps the only one.

Even so, he would never easily challenge Mystril while surrounded by the magic net. The twins who had always served Corellon were well aware of this.

"Even if it's a competition of craftsmen?"

"Even if it's a competition..." At this point, the twins blinked, a little bit unable to believe their ears. The young people behind Metatron also began to whisper.

Then, he laughed in anger: "Miss Metatron! Are you humiliating us? When did Goddess Mystrel understand craftsmanship? The so-called supernatural craftsmanship, in our place, even looks too crude when used to build walls!"

"How we solve it is our business." Metatron replied.

The twins looked at each other. "We still need to consult our Lord, but what is the specific form of winning the bet? What is the stake?"

Metatron replied, "The Ascension Battle of the Garden of Yorth is approaching. Here, the Wild Hunt, spread across every branch of the World Tree, will return to Asgard to face off against the ordinary Heroic Spirits. If the Wild Hunt are defeated, they will be demoted, and the Heroic Spirits will be massively upgraded to become Wild Hunt, replacing their predecessors."

"Before this, the Heroic Spirits were defeated in almost every battle. The only time they won was when Loki, the god of mischief, infiltrated the army and used all sorts of tricks to send the scattered Heroic Spirits to join the Wild Hunt."

The twins frowned: "...We are going to help the Heroic Spirit Army win?"

The relationship between Arvandor and Yorse Garden was not bad, but the residents of Arvandor pursued a more diverse range of pleasures, while those of Yorse Garden were generally obsessed with the thrill of battle. To help the Heroic Army win... Loki could do it, and so could the Seldarine.

However, this might not be easy and would require a lot of effort, and Corellon Laresian might not be willing to put in the effort.

"...How is that possible?" Metatron couldn't help but look back at Emiya before saying the next sentence.

And Emilia suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"—Team Emia must help Team Heroic Spirits win, and you, Avandor, can aid the Wild Hunt in your own way," Metatron replied. "If we lose, all previous grudges will be written off and treated as if they never happened. And if we win—which is, after all, an extremely difficult task—it's reasonable to ask for a higher reward."

"My Lord Mystrel desires the ritual to create the Moon Blade."

The twin Seraph Gods' eyes went dark.

Whenever the Demon Net Goddess has an idea, she will definitely torture others!

Twenty-nine

In the world of the giant wheel, there are two outer planes representing chaotic good.

The Garden of Yorth, where the gods of Asgard are the main inhabitants, and the Wilderness.

The main kingdoms of the gods in Araujo are Avandor, where the Elf God King Corellon Laresian lives, and Olympus, where the Greek God King Zeus lives.

At the same time, unlike other divine kingdoms, the elves cannot live here forever - after a period of time, they will be taken back to the mortal world by Corellon's wife, or one of his wives, Sehanne Moonbow, to be reincarnated.

It is said that the scenes that elves who cannot sleep see when they close their eyes and meditate are their previous lives.

Of course, this process is also the reason why half-elves are not welcomed by elves - they cannot go to Arvandor, nor do they come from Arvandor, breaking this cycle.

Of course, that was after he died again.

What the residents here love most is the unconstrained, free and unrestrained happiness.

Drinking, singing, reciting poems, painting. When happy, they smile, when sad, they cry bitterly...

When they get angry, they just start fighting - although there are rarely any casualties.

And this is the biggest difference between this world and Joseph's Garden next door.

In Joseph's Garden, the relationship between the two residents is good and they should exchange ideas.

We just met, so we should make friends through martial arts.

If the relationship is not good, then send it to the other side and wait for Fayala's cry.

Joseph's Garden is the most relaxed and unrestrained arena, while the unrestrained Avandor is a playground, an endless field that is almost perfect and almost undisturbed.

However, there is still a problem in the outer planes: if the residents here have mortal memories, they may occasionally find that their life in the kingdom of God seems to be just a more stable mortal life without malicious accidents.

——In theory, the gods are in the same world as them, and they often pay more attention to the kingdom of God than the mortal world.

But the gods still rarely show up, and just watch their people enjoy life quietly.

However, in the most difficult times, even the gods, even those powerful gods who created an entire race with their own hands, had to turn their eyes away from their beloved people.

"...It's started again." Corellon Laresian stood quietly in his own study and sighed deeply.

His residence was naturally quiet, and even his wife...or wives, would not enter his residence casually.

However, his main job, the main god of the elves, made the countless wails on the continent of Faerun surge into his mind.

"It hasn't been that long, and the Fourth War has begun again." Corellon walked out of the room and exhaled.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.

"In the midst of war, they use all their life's knowledge to wantonly slaughter their own compatriots... Could it be that this incomparably bloody war brings them joy?!"

Corellon may be powerful, but those who know him well know that this Elf God-King is not a king in the mortal sense.

He has always retained a considerable amount of romance and innocence in his character.

To put it bluntly, Corellon can be said to be indecisive. Even Gruumsh, the orc god-king who hates Corellon the most, would not say that Corellon is a decisive person.

If the elven god-king had been bloodthirsty, Gruumsh would have been dead long ago.

The reason why Corellon has been able to retain this personality until today is actually very simple: he is strong enough.

In the Age of Unrequited Love, Corellon was a naive, innocent newborn spirit. During a carefree act, he was ambushed by the orc god Gruumsh, and from his wound flowed his blood, the first of the Seldarine gods.

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